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Oh, hey, you still here?

Well that's silly because I don't use this tumblr anymore besides the occasional awkward "follow my new tumblr, 'KCClassy', there's nothing different about it except the url," posts...

Oh, by the way, follow my new tumblr, 'KCClassy', there's nothing different about it except the url.

I'm just sayin.

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Or it's my new tumblr, idk, it's one of the two

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So, hey guys.

I don't know how to say this. So I'm just gonna come out and say it?

KCClassy.tumblr.com.

...KCClassy.tumblr.com.

KCClassy.tumblr.com!!!!!

Because for me, new life change, new blog

or something like that

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.........THAT WAS A HORRIBLE WAY TO INTRODUCE MY NEW BLOG, LET ME TRY THAT AGAIN

Guys, I've had cheetosdoritos for over a year now. It's been wonderful. However, I'm a very weird person, and I decided a little while ago that it's way too... Full. Too many posts. I don't like it. I don't know why. But I don't. Plus, as much as I love cheetos and doritos, I've been thinking about a name change for quite some time. So, I've decided, to go along with this whole ~*~*college*~*~ thing, to start a new blog.

Follow me only if you want. That's another reason I wanted to start fresh. If you're only following me because we used to be in school together, if you've wanted to unfollow me for awhile but didn't want to be rude... This is your out. I hope that there's no one that feels that way, but if there is... This is your out.

I don't know how to end this post. It won't be my last one on cheetosdoritos, I'll probably post once or twice more just in case someone misses this (I don't want to leave a friend behind!)... But... So... Yeah. KCClassy.tumblr.com. Bye, I guess or something I guess?

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Making chocolate chip pancakes, watching The Mentalist, spending the summer like it's supposed to be spent.

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Hey, remember that time Jake made a bong out of an empty plastic bottle? ...During French?

Oh French 5, I miss you already

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there are three people on your page right now! what is one of your favorite childhood memories?

I'm a lucky person; I had a very happy childhood which made it hard to pick a single memory! Here are a couple nice ones:

Once, when I was five, I spent a day sitting out on the steps in my backyard with Barbara, just watching clouds go by. For an hour or so we sat there, enjoying each others company, chatting about our lives. I imagine she told me about her husband's declining health. I imagine I told her about the number of ladybugs I had spotted that day. We're both good listeners.

Chelsea and I used to ride our scooters around the neighborhood when we were younger. We pretended they were pokemon and that we were wandering pokemon trainers. We pretended the fire pit our neighbor had built was our temporary home. My scooter was a blastiose, hers was a growlithe. I always felt a sense of importance when I was with her.

When I was about seven, Sarah B and I used to play hide and seek in the garden of our country club. At first, we occasionally got yelled at (we weren't supposed to be in there), but then... Well, we got better at the game. I loved that garden.

I went with my friend Lindsay and her parents to Six Flags during frightfest once. We managed to go the whole night without bumping into any ghosts or goblins... That is until, about twenty feet from the exit of the park, some obnoxious man dressed as a zombie snuck up behind us. He scared us so bad... But not as bad as Lindsay's dad scared him sneaking up on him five minutes later. We laughed so hard we cried.

I used to occasionally sleep over at my grandparent's city apartment. I would play chess with Dzia Dzia (Polish for grandpa), I would watch Spongebob, I would eat my traditional dinner of chicken, tomatos, and coke, and I would stay up late into the night talking to Jojo (she thought 'grandma' made her sound old). I used to wake up in the middle of the night and just marvel at the whole "city that never sleeps" thing.

Lastly, when I was in third grade, I went to Arizona for a week and, while there, saw Mike Tyson. I didn't know who he was at the time. He caught me staring (he was so tall!), and he smiled at me. I smiled back and waved. My mom laughed at the fact that her tiny little eight year old daughter had just made friends with a man infamous for biting another man's ear off.

Lots of good times. I love getting questions that make me think! Thank you!

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1. Everyone everywhere basically wants the same thing

6. Living a good life is the best way possible to convince people

13. Get outside and do something with other people

17. You can’t please everyone

21. Stop thinking so much and act

22. Dance and sing whenever possible

28. Love isn’t “all” you need, but if you don’t have it in some form, your life will be very empty

29. The most important lessons in life can never be expressed in black and white, but must be experienced

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In my cleaning spree, I stumbled upon the "fire box" I made in fourth grade (and added to up until about seventh)... That being, the box I would grab, ya know, "if there was a fire and you could only save one thing from your bedroom".

Interesting items found inside:

A purple sticky hand. My old favorite pen. A deflated balloon from my ninth birthday party. A wallet with two pictures inside, one of me and my friend, the other of three of my friends (I'm not in this second picture...). Beach glass from Seattle. A Lilo pin from Disney World. A rainbow necklace given to me by a girl from Arizona. A polaroid of me and Blue, from Blue's Clues, from a birthday party. Two cards, an ace of hearts and a king of hearts. Pizza pizazz tickets. A thank you note from David's mother for a triceratops. The number for the Ellen Degeneres Show. A picture of me and my parents; wow my mom looks pretty. A picture of me drinking out of a shoe. A picture of my fourth grade class. A picture of Sugar....

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A piece of construction paper with a flower painted on it that says "for Crispy".

.......No one is going to really appreciate this but guys....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahhahahaaha I'm crying he used to call me Crispy hahahahahahaaha I rememeber that day, too, he taught me how to draw flowers this weird way and I thought he was the coolest, cutest person in the universe and how was I so lucky because even though he had a girlfriend I believe at the time hahahahhahaha of course he definitely liked me because I mean come on he gave me a nickname and drew me a flower hahahahahha <3333 hahahahahahhahaha ooooohhh man, sixth grade, good times, good times

What a fun little walk down memory lane that was, good times

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YAY

SMORES

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Alright, so I'll make myself a deal:

clean the left side of your closet completely,

then you can go downstairs and make smores.

1, 2, 3, BREAK

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I'm cleaning my room from top to bottom and listening to Fabulous from High School Musical 2.

Um.

Yeah!

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My boys, so classy